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A drummer for the hottest rock band on the planet, David has a single, powerful
weakness: Thea, the band’s publicist and the woman who steals his breath away
with her every move.

Only problem is, Thea doesn’t date clients—or musicians. Emotionally scarred by
a cheating ex, she’s not about to risk her heart with a man who has groupies
buzzing around him like flies. Even if his sexy smile ties her up in knots.

What she doesn’t know is that David is a one-woman man...and he’s madly in love
with her. David’s determined to prove he’s worth the risk, and willing to court
her, step by exquisite step. Thea’s about to discover just how long and hard
this handsome drummer can play.

Excerpt:

“Beer—whatever
you have on tap,” David said to the grizzled bartender and grabbed a stool, his
eye on the rugby game in progress on the TV screen bolted above the bar.

He’d hardly taken a sip of his beer, the dark liquid
bitingly cold, when he felt a presence at his back. Instincts honed by a
childhood in one of the toughest areas of New York had him focusing on the
mirror behind the bar to check out the situation before he turned. A big, bald,
and heavily muscled male with a spiderweb tattoo on his neck was standing
behind and just to the side of David, a smirk on his pockmarked face.

Belly heating, David turned with a slight smile.
“Problem?”

The bald man bared his teeth and, laughing, looked to a
table to his right. “Hear that, boys?” he called out to his friends. “The pussy
rock star here wants to know if there’s a problem.”

Laughter and shouts from that particular table, while the
rest of the men in the bar went quiet. David didn’t move, taking a measure of the
players without letting it show. “Always know your opponent” had been one of
the first things his father had taught him—Vicente Rivera didn’t believe in
turning the other cheek; he believed in teaching his sons how to put bullies on
the ground and keep them there.

“Yeah, there’s a problem,” the bald guy said, shoving at
David’s shoulder. “This is a real bar for real men. Not pussies.”

Like that, then. Good.
He was in the mood to do some violence. Lifting his beer, David took a long
drink, then slammed it down… and punched Bald Head in the jaw at the same time
that he kicked out with his foot to connect with the other man’s knee. The
jackass went down like a ton of bricks.

Roaring in rage, the man’s friends came at David.

He grinned and started to show them what this “pussy rock
star” could do.

It wasn’t until they’d broken a table and several chairs,
and the bartender had called the cops that David realized Thea would have to
deal with the fallout from this. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought as he was shoved
into a cell alone, his erstwhile opponents in the cell opposite. Sliding down
the graffiti-marked wall to the floor, he thought about the phone call the desk
sergeant had said he could make and decided against it.

Fox had Molly with him—the band’s lead singer had been
waiting for his girl to arrive since the instant Schoolboy Choir set foot in
the city. As for Noah and Abe, they both had their own plans. He knew any one
of the three men would drop those plans in an instant to come to his aid, but
since the cops had made it clear he’d be spending the night in a cell no matter
what, why mess up their plans?

“You do or say anything
that’ll hit the media, you call me. Day or night. I hate surprises—so don’t you
dare surprise me.”

Thea had given that order to all four of them when she’d
agreed to act as their publicist. Her up-front nature and dedication to her job
was part of the reason they’d hired her; Thea was the best and she didn’t take
any shit from her clients. He wasn’t doing himself any favors by not calling
her.

Right then, David couldn’t find it in himself to care. It
wasn’t as if she could hurt him any more than she already had. And Jesus, how
long was he going to carry this torch that was burning him alive? “Fuck, fuck,
fuck,” he said aloud, banging the back of his head against the wall.

NEW YORK TIMES AND USA Today bestselling
author of the Psy-Changeling and Guild Hunter series Nalini Singh usually writes about hot shapeshifters and
dangerous angels. This time around, she decided to write about hot and wickedly
tempting rock stars. If you’re seeing a theme here, you’re not wrong.

Nalini lives and works in
beautiful New Zealand, and is passionate about writing. If you’d like to
explore her other books, you can find lots of excerpts on her website. Slave to Sensation is the first book in the Psy-Changeling series, whileAngels’
Blood is the first book in the Guild Hunter
series. Also, don't forget to swing by the site to check out the special behind-the-scenes
page for the Rock Kissseries, complete with photos of many of the locations used in
the books.

Charlotte McKendrick is your typical thirty-something stay-at-home mom. She has three beautiful children, a loving family, special friends, and the most wonderful, adoring husband. Her life is a dream.

Er . . . let’s try this again.

Charlotte McKendrick is not your typical thirty-something stay-at-home mom. Yes, she’s got three beautiful children, a loving family (all of them lingerers—you’ll see), and her friends are special, all right! As far as her wonderful, adoring husband, what a joke! That bastard abandoned her and the kids six months ago.

Now, she will do anything she can to survive and provide for her children. Even if it means signing on the dotted line . . .

Mitch Colton is the CEO of Colton Technologies. Most of his year is spent traveling around the world, bringing companies the latest innovations in automobile technology. He doesn’t have time for a traditional relationship and the BS that comes with it. He doesn’t do the “marriage” thing, the “kid” thing, and he certainly doesn’t do the “falling in love” thing. All that said, he still wants someone to come home to. Someone who will offer everything he wants, and nothing he doesn’t. He realizes loyalty paired with these kinds of demands won’t come cheap. No problem. What he doesn’t realize is that once Charlotte McKendrick signs that dotted line, he’ll be paying with a lot more than money.

I am a domestic engineer (born and raised in NJ) whose sole responsibility is to guide three young, impressionable kids into becoming phenomenal adults. This challenging yet rewarding work requires a lot of love (coffee), patience (wine), and determination (periodic exorcisms). I work this magic from the beautiful state of New Hampshire.

Before becoming a domestic goddess (not really), I spent over a decade in the medical field, where I wore more hats than the Queen.

I have loved the written word and the great escape it provides since I was a little girl. When I wasn't reading about people and the places they lived, I was creating my own characters and adventures.

Finding myself again through my writing in The Lost & Found Series, The One, and The GEG Series has been nothing short of a dream come true. Also, it makes people feel better when I laugh randomly or talk to myself, knowing it's my characters and not "the voices" . . . that would be creepy.

Anna Zaires fell in love with books at the age of five, when her grandmother taught her to read. She wrote her first story shortly thereafter. Since then, she has always lived partially in a fantasy world where the only limits were those of her imagination. Currently residing in Florida, Anna is happily married to Dima Zales (a science fiction and fantasy author) and closely collaborates with him on all their works.

After graduating from the University of Chicago with a degree in Economics, Anna spent eight years on Wall Street analyzing stocks and writing research reports. In 2013, she became a full-time author, pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels.

Dima Zales is the love of her life and a huge inspiration in all aspects of her writing. Every book Anna writes is a product of their unique collaborative process.

In addition to reading and writing, Anna enjoys drinking tea (coconut oolong, anyone?), watching addictive TV shows, and discussing book ideas during long walks with her amazing husband.

She loves hearing from her readers, so please don't hesitate to contact her through her website or connect with her on Facebook, where she hangs out way too often. Also, please visit her husband and collaborator, Dima Zales, at www.dimazales.comand check out their fantasy & science fiction books.

My student loans are due and I still haven’t found a job that pays more than minimum wage. So I decide to make an arrangement through The Club. I’ll get what I need…money to pay my loans. And he’ll get what he wants…access to my body…whenever and however he wants it.

ROSE COLLINS is a recent art school graduate with overwhelming student loan debt and no way to pay it.

JAE ROTHKO is a wealthy and renowned artist who doesn’t have the time or patience for a relationship.

Jae joins The Club so he can have one woman when he wants and how he wants with no attachments and no expectations.

He selects Rose to be that woman.

BLACK DOG NIGHTS is a SERIAL NOVEL, which unfolds in THREE PARTS (approximately 75 pages each). EACH PART has a CLIFFHANGER and EACH PART is .99 cents. (That’s $2.97 for ALL THREE PARTS.)

~Excerpt~

By the time we get to The Rock Stop it’s already crowded with twenty-somethings, who all look eager to hook up with anyone who’s willing.

I pass by two guys, who are already half-drunk and gawking at my breasts, before I hit the relative safety of the bar area.

“What do you want to drink?” Cali yells over the loud Top Forty music.

“Would I look too conspicuous just holding a glass of water?”

Cali purses her lips at me. I tell her she looks like a duck when she does that but it doesn’t stop her.

“I’ll get you a beer. You don’t have to drink it but I don’t want you to embarrass me or yourself.”

“Yes, Daffy,” I tease.

“I do not have duck lips,” she insists.

“You do when you pucker them like that.”

“I think you’re on crack.”

“Just get the beer.”

She waves in order to get the bartender’s attention but no such luck. He’s busy with a group of girls at the other end of the bar.

He never addresses me by my name even though he’s been hooking up with Cali for over a year and I’ve seen him dozens of times.

David is the kind of guy I always hated in high school. His family has money and he’s never had to work a day in his life for anything. Cars, clothes, expensive vacations, you name it, and his parents have handed it to him on a silver platter. As a result he has a sense of entitlement that knows no bounds.

No doubt that’s why he feels like he can treat Cali any way he pleases and she just keeps coming back for more.

He runs his fingers through his short brown hair. I’m not sure whether it’s a nervous habit or if he thinks that his fingers are like some kind of comb but he does it all the time.

David is a good-looking guy in a frat-boy kind of way. Cali says he played baseball in high school and he looks like he probably still plays sports. He’s not huge but he’s definitely in good shape.

Cali met David at a frat party. Even though she’s never set foot in a college class she’s spent a lot of time at college parties. David likes to brag about the fact that he’s a business major. I don’t see what the big deal is though. I feel like business is a degree for people who don’t really know what they want to do with their lives.

Not that I have any room to talk. Apparently I earned a degree for people who don’t really want a job.

Before I know it, Cali and David have disappeared somewhere and I’m alone at the bar.

Great.

I didn’t even want to come here in the first place.

I have a choice. I can leave or I can order a drink. After the day I’ve had a drink is actually starting to sound appealing.

REN MONTERREY lives in a small town outside Phoenix, Arizona with her husband and their bloodhounds. She writes New Adult and Contemporary romance under a number of different pen names including Sierra Avalon, Savannah Young and Dakota Madison.

The last thing twenty-four year old grad student Angie Roberts needs is to worry about her new boss’s father. After all, she’s never even seen him. He remains sequestered upstairs in a house that looks like it should be the main feature in an episode of Hoarders. She had no idea the house was such a dump when she took the job. But she’s concerned about the safety and health of the old man living under such horrid conditions.

What she got was a mystery…

Despite warnings not to venture upstairs, she wanders up to the second floor. What she sees is shocking. The man she finds is a gorgeous, sexy, middle-aged man-- and he's stepping out of the shower. But something is definitely not right. Why would this wealthy, handsome man live in a house in such disrepair while his nine-teen year old son resides in a lavish penthouse? Why does he hide away from society? Why does he come to her rescue and then run away?

What she discovered was heartbreaking…

Angie learns that forty-four year old Grayson Whitmore suffers from schizophrenia. Paranoid, he retreats into his own world.

What she ended up with was a treasure…

Angie is determined to get through to him. They form a friendship that blazes into an inconceivable love fired with erotic passion. Angie must now come to Grayson’s rescue because the wicked that has been perpetrated on him is unconscionable. First, though, she must gain the trust of a man whose mind does not allow for such a thing.

I watched Grayson discard the condom into one of the garbage bags. I pouted, staring at him. “You know, I’m still mad at you.”

I didn’t want him to think he’d gotten away with putting me through a week of hell, of not knowing if he was truly okay.

“Still mad?” He swung his gaze to me, incredulous. Laughter danced in his blue eyes. “After what just happened between us?”

I rolled my eyes. Leave it to a man to think that good—great—okay, freaking fantastic sex, would fix everything.

He regarded me with a lopsided grin and said, “Yeah, I could really feel your anger as you were screaming for me to pound you harder.”

My jaw dropped in shock. I couldn't believe he’d just said that. This man was outrageous! My eyes rounded and I gave him a playful punch on his chest.

“I did not!”

“Let’s see...” He screwed up his face, grinning. “I guess when you said, ‘Fuck me, Grayson,’ you really meant, ‘Oh, Grayson, I’m so mad at you!’”

I kept hitting him as he laughed and raised his palms in his defense. What made it worse was that he mimicked me in a high-pitched girly voice, which sent me into unwanted hysterics.

“You are the most frustrating man I’ve ever known!” I declared with a huff, pushing him backwards into the upholstered chair.

He was a big man and he no doubt allowed me to topple him, but I was surprised when he grabbed my waist and pulled me down onto his lap.

Lisa Eugene began writing as a way to mentally escape from the hectic medical world where she has been a practicing nurse for over twenty years. After publishing her first novel, STRICTLY BUSINESS, she quickly learned that readers couldn't get enough of the world she created and now she lives out her wildest fantasies by writing steamy romantic suspense for her fan-favorite Washington Memorial Hospital series.

When she's not plotting her next dangerous, fast-paced, sexy adventure, you can find her juggling a full time job, playing soccer mom, or curled up reading a good romance.